Yesterday I arrived in Sao Paulo at 9:30 a.m. after flying for 10 hours from Chicago. After getting picked up at the airport by a graduate student, Marie, we drove through crazy traffic (the moto boys--crazy motorcyclists who move in and out and inbetween lanes of traffic are incredible), then checked into our hotel. We went out for very lunch at the garden of an art museum. I had a light lunch of prosciutto and cheese salad. Then it was off to the university to visit with the professor and his students followed by an evening of dinner and dancing/listening to a Samba band. Dinner, again, was nice--seafood pasta and a glass of wine. But late. Brazilians eat at 10 p.m. or later.

I am not a dancer, so I just moved to the music. It was fantastic watching all the various folks who could dance...all sizes, shapes, ages. They were really moving. Samba music is happy music. The band was five guys--three percussionists, one guitarist, and another who played a ukelele. All sang, too. I woke up this morning with happy music in my head.

Today is well...another day and another adventure (and 3 hours of giving talks). People are very friendly and such gracious hosts. I am fortunate to be traveling with a colleague who is well-known and has been to Brazil many times. Thanks Joe for bringing me along on this adventure.

Although I cannot predict what I will eat (or when) or whether I get in any cardio, I'll take it one day at a time.